Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.